Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

On that dear Frame the Years had worn


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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Light
The Witnessing, to Us—

Precious! It was conceiveless fair
As Hands the Grave had grimed
Should softly place within our own
Denying that they died.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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